it feels as though the past is holding my arm behind my back,
shoving my cheek into the dirt with the barrel of it's gun.
it's desperately yelling at me.
i can read the terror and anguish in its eyes, but,
i can't understand what the words coming out of its mouth are.
everywhere i look, i see shards of a mirror,
prior worlds, where i'm a hostage.
my teeth are bared, and there's blood all over the floor,
a constant between each window.
why don't i want to leave my confines anymore?
i guess the scars have made me numb to the rope burns.
the kidnapper approaches me at my heights of despair,
and gently tucks my hair behind my ear.
i laugh, helplessly.
unable to do anything but cater to their feelings.
i think ive finally ******* lost my mind.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
it feels as though the past is holding my arm behind my back,
shoving my cheek into the dirt with the barrel of it's gun.
it's desperately yelling at me.
i can read the terror and anguish in its eyes, but,
i can't understand what the words coming out of its mouth are.
everywhere i look, i see shards of a mirror,
prior worlds, where i'm a hostage.
my teeth are bared, and there's blood all over the floor,
a constant between each window.
why don't i want to leave my confines anymore?
i guess the scars have made me numb to the rope burns.
the kidnapper approaches me at my heights of despair,
and gently tucks my hair behind my ear.
i laugh, helplessly.
unable to do anything but cater to their feelings.
i think ive finally ******* lost my mind.
this is why i've been away for so long. i cant find the words anymore, even within the privacy of my own mind.
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